the archer.

Their Christmases in the past were often large shared events between the two families. An excuse for old friends to catch up while new friends exchanged Christmas crackers and snuck sips of eggnog. Godric's Hollow was loud and light, boisterous and bustling. Now, much like their Christmas traditions, it ceased to exist. The thought tore Jan's already weak heart in two.--perhaps that's what drew him to cling to old traditions long gone.

He knew she did not have anything for him, and frankly, he wasn't expecting anything. Not after what he had done to her and her family. Not after their fight and them in their current situation, whatever they were now. He shrugged, content to play it off as no big deal despite the way she breathed his name and he wanted nothing more than to jump in her arms at the sound of it.

"I found it at Grimmauld," he finally said, his focus so intently on his mug of tea he thought it might shatter from his grip. "Not sure whose it was--or, is--but," he shrugged, his face hidden in the teacup. "Thought you might like it."

Her dad would want her to enjoy Christmas again, but she can't. He would want her to make up with Jan too. He would remind her it was an accident, that he didn't hold any ill will, he would remind her of just much Jan loved her. How much she loved him. Still loves him. And she just hates that.

Oh, Grimmauld. Of course. What a place. She wants to ask if he got Ollie a gift too, but she already knows the answer to that. Of course he did. Then Ollie's gift to him was the broken nose. Tis the season for dysfunction.

"Really hope you didn't just jack a Black sister's necklace, Jan," Daisy arched an eyebrow at the male, playfulness lacing her voice. "Wouldn't want one of them to rip it off me." Suddenly, she was curious about whose it was. What the story behind it was. The Black sisters, alive. Still weird. "I do. Um, t—thank you." She should put it on her nightstand. Put it on her nightstand and never touch it again. She doesn't do that. Instead —, "Do you wanna put it on me?"

Damn the season for making her so emotional. Damn her for loving a good piece of jewelry.

He used to say "I love you" out loud. Now he only whispers it when he knows she's fast asleep. He used to make her tea in the morning in her favorite mug he gave her for her birthday. Now he can't even find the mug anywhere in her flat. Still, if he thought about it too much...

He wanted to give her a peck on the cheek, a loving greeting too soft for them now. So he busied his mind by trying to keep warm. "Maya, you were going to let me freeze down there, weren't you?" He poured himself some of the tea she always had on and found a blanket to drape over his shoulders.

The feeble attempt at hiding his broken nose surely couldn't go unnoticed in the light, so he hid his face in a mug he didn't recognize, letting the warmth fill him. A startled nerve, as if he'd almost forgotten (which of course, he hadn't) before he sat down his mug and reached in his back pocket for a small parcel tied with a bright red ribbon.

"Happy Christmas, by the way."

But if she did that, then he wouldn't know her address. What a double edged sword she's found herself with. She can't ever win.

Maya, fucking Maya. Spanish for Daisy. Fond memories of them as kids, her teaching him Spanish, Maya deciding to stick, when everything felt... lighter, not a single care in the world. He's still the only one who calls her that. It doesn't belong to anyone else. It couldn't. "Honestly, have you absolutely no faith in me at all?"

She sees the broken nose when he puts the mug down. Ugh, Ollie mentioned that when he was over earlier. Nevertheless, Daisy doesn't bring it up. She brings it up and that leads into a conversation about her brother. When they're together, Oleander is absolutely the last person she wants to talk about.

"Jan," is the first thing that comes out her mouth when sees the gift. Christmas felt tainted since last year, absolutely ruined. The firsts after a passing were the hardest. Still, she takes it, because she thinks that's what her dad would want. Merlin knows she hasn't exactly been doing what he would want as of late. Neville had always loved them together. Untying the red ribbon, she opened it, her gaze settling on a radiant gold necklace. Delicate fingers run over it, hazel hues coming back up to look at him in a way softer than she initially anticipated, the softest she's looked at him in a long time. with the broken nose her brother gave him and all. "Jan —," it felt like all the air was sucked out of her lungs.

ugh, she hates it when he does that. of course she had gotten an invite. straight from the mouth of jan sirac himself, not that she was going to tell her brother that part. she never considered going even for a second. "i just didn't feel very festive or merry and bright this year and i didn't feel like pretending to be at a dumb party," she remarked flatly. the thought exhausted her. she used to love this time of year. the most wonderful time of the year. until you mess around with resurrection and kill your dad on christmas. then that kinds of ruins the vibes for every christmas after that.

"but the very main reason i didn't go is because i'm totally smarter than you," older sister core, never taking your foot off your sibling's neck. she's a pro at that. "older, smarter, prettier, you should know the drill by now, oll,"

A wide smile spread on his lips when she (finally) answered her window. He ignored her comment about scaring her, knowing her dramatics by now. Who else could it be? His smile widened at her mention of Romeo and Juliet. Of course she understood. "Do you like it?" He responded cheekily.

It started in little ways when they were kids. He would go around to the garden and grab a flower to stick in her hair while she called him a name. She had been in his life since his beginning.

The guilt would surface and he knew he didn't deserve to see her in any capacity anymore, but she had been in his life since his beginning. How was he supposed to throw all of that away? And so he was confined to kiss her behind closed doors, to hold her hand in darkness when neither of them could claim the hand was theirs. And Jan would take it. He didn't deserve it, but he would take it if she would let him.

Did she like it? Ha. One of her favorite things about him used to be finding out what stupid thing he'd come up with to get her attention. It always made her laugh. A lot of things changed around them, but some things never do. Jan Polat doing something dumb was one of things you could always count on. Like clock work. "Mhm, nothing says romance like risking getting hypothermia for someone." Why the hell wasn't he wearing a winter coat? Merlin, does he piss her off.

Except it really wasn't over, was it? If it was over, everything would be so much easier. Every time she thinks she can let him go, it always ends the same way. She needs to let him go, for the greater good. He clouds her judgment. There's no way this ends well. And yet, she yearns and yearns for him. It's ridiculous.

"Yeah, yeah, come on up, Polat," Daisy nodded. One of these days she'll tell him to fuck off again. One of these days.

talking had never been ollie's strongpoint. he preferred silence, to take in the surroundings and let someone else lead the conversation. except for when it came to daisy ━ he was still a little brother ( by hardly any time at all ) and being a little brother meant his sister was the perfect person to bother with his angst. " ━ so of course everything went to shit. i should have never gone. and you know how jan gets, annoying and demanding. " he's been complaining about arguing with jan at christmas for twenty minutes, pacing around daisy's kitchen, arms crossed, the coffee he'd demanded personally requested she make for him lying untouched on the counter. notably : he's leaving out the part where he also saw lila. now that they have a moment alone, they should be discussing their next moves. they should be discussing what it means that their father hasn't returned when all the other dead seem to come back so easily. but that would all mean having to experience emotions deeper than brief, petty, snarky anger at a past event, and he was so tired of feeling so much. he wanted to complain to his sister without thinking of how awful the world outside was. glances over at his twin, narrowing his eyes. " are you listening to me ? i think i saw you roll your eyes. " he finally takes a sip of the bitter, cold coffee, making a face. murmurs a warming charm under his breath. the next sip burns his tongue, but better that than cold coffee. " this brew's terrible, dais. "

yeah, so maybe she had slightly tuned the conversation out. but only sightly! and yes, maybe a eye roll was had. she still got the gist of it all. jan, super annoying. especially when he leaves his crap in her flat and she has to make sure to scrub any evidence that he was there. not that she's going to say any of that. god, her brother would have a stroke.

"excuse you, i'm totally listening. i'm just letting you get it all out of your system first without chiming in." daisy threw her hands up in defense. she figured that would be the best course of action. she was the talker usually and now? her thoughts. what the hell was he even doing there in the first place? "but honestly, why did you even go there in the first place? you had to know it wouldn't have been pretty," trying not to sound like a nagging mother, but genuinely out of curiosity because she knew him. he knew himself. a situation like that couldn't have ended any other way. a light laugh spills from her lips at his reaction from the coffee she so generously made him. "yeah, yeah, just dump it out, oll, you're welcome, by the way,"

Under the cloak of the moonlight, the walk to Daisy's in the frigid December air hit his exposed skin like a wake-up call he didn't want. A reporter caught on to his trail, as if she too knew the return of the resurrected was Jan's fault. The route took longer than expected as he apparated away and back again to throw her off.

Daisy's flat felt like home in a way that 12 Grimmauld Place never could. Before their break up, he had spent more time there than even his own flat. He knew the ins and outs of it; which floorboards not to step on if you wanted to be quiet and not wake the neighbors, which burners worked best for putting on a cup of tea quickly.

But ever since she had (rightfully) cursed his name and charmed him out, he needed to take more creative routes to get her attention. And so, he stood outside of her bedroom window, gazing at the muted light. He certainly could have tried the front door, but that wouldn't have elicited quite the same level of Shakespearean romance he was going for.

A flick of his wand and his hoopoe flitted past the bushes and up into the window and out of Jan's sight. He waited a few (short) moments before realizing it must not have gotten her attention.

He scanned the surroundings for another idea before noticing the pebbles that lined the bushes at the side of the building. Another swish and flick and the pebble floated up in the same path before hitting her window with a small tap! He repeated this pattern for far too long, until he finally heard rustling at the window. A hand palmed through his messy hair and he stared up at the window like fireworks would appear any minute.

once upon a time she swore there was no one else for her. daisy didn't want anyone else. but then last christmas happened. and everything that they had built over the past two years, even longer than that, just.... crumbled. it was his idea. and she went along with it, out of love for him, out of love for the polats. but she should've known better. that was the biggest mistake of her life. not like she could've changed his mind, anyway. grief made you insane, as she's come to learn. they all had her father's blood on their hands.

feelings were a complicated thing. she never wanted to see him again. her anger felt biblical. at him, at everything. and yet... there were times where the only person she wanted was him. daisy wasn't proud of it. how she let him in her flat again, how she let him in her bed again. it just all came down to two broken people seeking comfort in each other, hadn't it? well whatever it was, ollie definitely wasn't going to find about it. god, no. she had spent so much time running interference between the two and her flat. besides, ollie had come over earlier and yapped to her all about their argument. so for the sake of keeping jan alive for the time being, sleeping with the 'enemy' was not a conversation she wanted to have with her brother. or any conversation about her sleep habits, actually.

her night time routine was essential. if she couldn't control anything else, she could at least control that. her skin care routine, the tea that she brewed to help her fall (and stay) asleep by decreasing her dreams. if she didn't dream, she wouldn't have nightmares and she could sleep. making her way back to her room, teacup on a plate in hand, she hears it. tapping. rocks? daisy set it down on her bedside table, grabbing her wand, carefully moving towards the window. anxiety rising in her chest, great, had someone come to kill her? probably. she peaks out the curtain slightly and ha, of course. fucking jan.

no time is wasted in opening up the window, an exhale falls from her lips, an eye roll following that. relieved it's just him, slightly pissed that he did all this. only slightly. "ay dios mío! dude, what the hell, you scared the crap out of me!" she exclaimed, careful not to wake her neighbors up in the process. "oh, are we playing romeo and juliet now?' her head titled to truly look at him, an eyebrow arched. everyone knew how that story went. oldest story in the world.

headcanon prompts with questions based on plants   &   what they represent in flower language .  happy roleplaying !!  ♡

abatina :   is there anything in life your muse has changed their mind about over time   (   due to becoming more educated on the topic ,   certain experiences  ,   etc .   ) ,    or that they   would   change their mind about under certain circumstances ?  

acanthus :   is your muse deceptive ,   or willing to lie or deceive to achieve certain means ?   why or why not ?   

aloe :   how does your muse handle grief ?

amaryllis :   what is something or someone that your muse takes pride in ?   how do they express that pride ?   

anemone :   how does your muse view the world ;   as a cruel   &   unforgiving place ,   a land full of wonders ,   or something in - between ?  where does that world view come from   (   what experiences ,   life lessons ,   etc .   ) ?  

angelica :   where does your muse draw inspiration in life ?   what motivates them ?

apple blossom :   how does your muse go about expressing or not expressing their sexuality ?  

bachelor’s button :   does your muse actively seek romantic companionship ,   or cherish the liberties of being single ? 

basil :   does your muse have a love - hate relationship with anyone or anything ?

bay tree :   does your muse seek glory   &   accolades ,   or do they favour a simpler ,   more personal life ?  

begonia :   how cautious is your muse ?   are they prone to noticing red flags ,   or paranoid to the point of untrusting most everyone ?   why or why not ?  

belladonna :   how does your muse respond to silence ?   do they take comfort in soundlessness ,   or seek to fill the void with noise ?   

bluebell :   does your muse learn from their past ,   or are they prone to repeating the same mistakes ?  

carnation :   what is your muse’s relationship with their gender ?   how do they express or not express this relationship ?  

chamomile :   what is your muse likely to take away from a painful experience ?   are they one to be haunted by adversity ,   or to use what they’ve gone through to become stronger ?  

chrysanthemum :   how does your muse express romantic love ?  how do they feel about love as a concept ?  

daffodil :   is your muse one to be loyal in relationships ,   or are they likely to quickly move from one bond to another ?

daisy :   did your muse ever feel as though their innocence had been lost ?   what moment in their life could be described as the end of their innocence ?  

edelweiss :   what was the bravest moment in your muse’s life ?  are they known to be courageous from then on ?  

fern :   does your muse believe in magic or cosmic forces ,   or are they more likely to think their life is ultimately a matter of their own control ?  

forget - me - not :   has your muse ever forgotten something that is or was important to them ?   are they afraid of forgetting things like that ?  

gardenia :   is your muse one to confess romantic feelings early on ,   or to conceal them for long periods of time ?  

gladiolus :   describe a moment from your muse’s life that they will never forget .

goldenrod :   does your muse believe in luck or fortune ?  why or why not ?   where do they believe these things come from ?  

heliotrope :   does your muse believe in soulmates ?

hibiscus :   how does your muse view the gentler ,   daintier things in life ?   as things worth preserving   &   caring for ,   or things only bound to wither   &   disappear ?  

holly :   how strong is your muse’s sense of intuition ?  are they aware of it ?   do they ever fear that it is only paranoia ?  

hollyhock :   how strong is your muse’s sense of ambition ?  what’s something they strive for in life ?  

hyacinth :   is your muse athletic ?   does it come naturally to them ,   or have they had to work for their physique and/or skill ?  

hydrangea :   how much does your muse value communication in their relationships with others ?  are they prone to being misunderstood ?

iris :   if your muse could convey one last message to someone they have lost or left behind ,   what would it be ?  

ivy :   what are your muse’s views on marriage ?   do they believe it is something strictly for love ,   or an institution rooted in business   &   social benefits ?   do they desire or have they desired to be married ?

lavender :   how easy is it to gain your muse’s trust ?  once their trust is broken ,   how might one go about mending it ?  

lilac :   what was your muse’s childhood like ?   how has their upbringing affected them as they’ve aged ? 

lily :   how does your muse view their mother ?  

lotus :   has your muse ever felt as though they’ve been reborn ?  have they ever desired the feeling of a fresh start ,   or a better understanding of themself and/or the world around them ?  

magnolia :   describe your muse’s relationship with nature   &   the natural world .  

marigold :   is your muse prone to jealousy ?  how might they handle envious feelings ?  

mint :   does your muse view themself as virtuous   &   moral ?  what do these words mean to them ?

nasturtium :   describe your muse’s relationship with their birthplace ,   or homeland .  

oak :   who would your muse consider the strongest person they know ?  

pansy :   does your muse often reflect on their own actions ?   do they ever think a lot about the past ,   and what they could have done differently ?

parsley :   describe a holiday your muse enjoys ,   and why they enjoy it .

peony :   what would a   ‘  happy life  ’   look like in your muse’s eyes ?

poppy :   what comforts your muse ?

rhododendron :   is your muse receptive to warnings   &   advice given by others ?

rose :   how much does your muse value other people ?   do they wish to have many friends ,   lovers ,   and/or associates ?   are they an easy person to love ?

sage :   what is your muse’s legacy ?   what do they want to be remembered for   &   what might they actually be remembered for ?  

salvia :   is your muse possessive over people or things that matter a lot to them ?  how do they express that possessiveness ,   or lack thereof ? 

snapdragon :   is your muse merciful ?  why or why not ?

southernwood :   how seriously does your muse take themself ?   do they prefer a solemn   &   intellectual atmosphere or do they delight in jokes   &   banter ?  

sunflower :   what brings your muse the most joy in life ?  

tulip :   how does your muse view people in general ?  

violet :   how does your muse respond to betrayal ?

willow :   how does your muse handle sadness   &   depression ?